You,
I've been Waiting,
searching.
Happen,
Please.
God.
(Eleanor would say god. She'd roll her eyes too.)
This was October 2020.
YOU ARE READING
Sunshine, Autumn Witches & Other Lies
PoetryA collection of poems that have whatsoever no connection to what I'm feeling but nevertheless has been written. You know, because if I have to be sad might as well make it aesthetic.
him
You,
I've been Waiting,
searching.
Happen,
Please.
God.
(Eleanor would say god. She'd roll her eyes too.)
This was October 2020.
